When I was younger & cooler than I am now, Friday nights were the shizznit. I started making my Friday plans on like Wednesday. Yes, it took 2 days of planning to decide where I should get drunk & spend all my hard-earned tips from the evening of waitressing.
Now, I look forward to Friday night, bc it means that Hubs has got night shift with the baby. Might I add, the first weekend of his duties this time around, he failed miserably. On friday, I woke him up every time she cried for a bottle or diaper change. On saturday night, he at least woke up, it was just a matter of him getting out of bed in a timely fashion. Oh yeah- and he only actually got up twice, I believe. I jumped in after that and did 3 more rounds of feeding/diaper changing. So all he got was a pat on the back for keeping her alive, and I took the whole experience as a big eff you. I strongly considered revoking his parental privelages for fear of my child's well-being. But I gave him another shot.
The next weekend- MUCH BETTER. He got the most improved player award, fo sho. He even slept on the couch, and had her sleep out front in her bouncy seat (back off self-proclaimed co-sleeping experts. You all suck. And are highly annoying.) in order to help me get a full nights sleep.
So tonight, I look forward to a bed, occupied only by me. And SILENCE. And SLEEP. REAL SLEEP.